THE EQUINOX
. . . Let me speak, O God; let me declare it... all. It is
useless; my heart faints, my breath stops. There is no link
between me and P.... I withdraw myself. I see the table
again.
(He was behind the table for a very long time. O.V.)
And all the table burns with intolerable light; there has
been no such light in any of the Aethyrs until now. And now
the table draws me back into itself; I am no more.
My arms were out in the form of a cross, and that Cross
was extended, blazing with light into infinity. I myself am
the minutest point in it. This is the birth of form.
I am encircled by an immense sphere of many-coloured
bands; it seems it is the sphere of the Sephiroth projected in
the three dimensions. This is the birth of death.
Now in the centre within me is a glowing sun. That is
the birth of hell.
Now all that is swept away, washed away by the table. It
is the virtue of the table to sweep everything away. It is
the letter I in this Aethyr that gives this vision, and L is its
purity, and N is its energy. Now everything is confused, for
I invoked the Mind, that is disruption. Every Adept who
beholds this vision is corrupted by mind. Yet it is by virtue
of mind that he endures it, and passes on, if so be that he
pass on. Yet there is nothing higher than this, for it is
perfectly balanced in itself. I cannot read a word of the holy
Table, for the letters of the Table are all wrong. They are
only the shadows of shadows. And whoso beholdeth this
Table with this rapture, is light. The true word for light
hath seven letters. They are the same as ARARITA, trans-
muted.
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